Before you planted a seed of hope
My heart was miles of desert
And now, it flowers into another Eden
As the trees are full of knowledge
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No sir it will never be a desert sgain for hope always finds its wy and makes things possible. The fear within is pulling us down. Good poetry sir.
Melancholy seeps through these words and pours into a river of pathos and lost. Another wonderful work Leeann!
Until we dream under the glitter I wish this paradise would not become
As the trees are full of knowledge We feast on their pleasures And then we dance into the night....beautifully expressed! Bravo!